Mo Jinghong didn’t even spare Xiao Hongyu a glance.
He raised his slender hand, his fingertips tracing something in the air.
Soon, countless golden runic characters flew out from within the formation. Mysterious and complex, these runes flickered as they gathered together.
In an instant, the golden light was dazzling and brilliant. A gigantic golden dragon was born right before the eyes of all the powerful experts.
Roar! —
With a earth-shattering roar,
all the powerful experts wore horrified expressions. A chill ran down their spines as they stared in stunned silence at the golden dragon hovering above the formation.
The aged elder’s sunken eyes were fixed intensely on the golden dragon. He muttered to himself, “The Eternal Golden Dragon Talisman… I never thought someone could actually use such a heaven-defying talisman. The Baili family is afraid they are doomed!”
Mo Jinghong raised his cool, handsome eyes. With a flick of his sleeve, a forceful wind stirred.
Immediately after, the giant dragon flew out. Its enormous tail brushed past Feng Qingran’s back, and several golden runes sank into her body.
Instantly, the Qingluan Sword in Feng Qingran’s hand emitted a cyan glow. A phantom image of a Qingluan bird appeared, and the sword’s blade became even sharper, as if it could cut through anything.
The Virtual God who had been looking at Feng Qingran with contempt suddenly felt an intense chill run through his entire body, and a sense of death spread through his heart.
Forgetting his formation-breaking actions for a moment, he instinctively pulled out his magical artifact to counter her.
Clang! —
As the blades collided, in the spark of an instant, the Virtual God’s sword was severed by the Qingluan.
The Virtual God was stunned for a moment. How could a Yuan Ying cultivator cut through a Virtual God’s magical artifact?
This thought flashed through the Virtual God’s mind. The moment his sword broke, he discarded it and concentrated a surge of powerful spiritual energy within the bones of his palm.
No matter how formidable Feng Qingran was, she couldn’t possibly be a match for a Virtual God.
But the Virtual God didn’t dare to be careless. Just as Feng Qingran approached, he raised his hand and struck with all his might towards her crown.
No matter how strong a cultivator was, the head was always a vulnerable spot.
Boom! —
The Virtual God’s full-powered palm strike exploded with terrifying force.
In that instant, dust flew everywhere, obscuring everyone’s vision.
“Young Master Mo, you’ve ended up harming them after all!” Xiao Hongyu shook his head as he looked at Mo Jinghong.
Mo Jinghong didn’t pause in his actions. By now, the golden dragon had reached Ning Shiyue and breathed a puff of golden dragon’s breath towards her.
His phoenix-like eyes were deep and unfathomable. Dressed in a black robe embroidered with silver thread depicting flowing clouds, every gesture and movement of his exuded the commanding aura of a king ruling over the world!
Xiao Hongyu was a bit annoyed by Mo Jinghong’s refusal to listen to reason. They could have used these matters to fight for more rights and benefits. Why must these young people insist on alienating the Baili family?
By acting like this, where do they leave everyone else?
What if they completely enrage the Baili family, and in a fit of anger, the Baili family decides to kill them all without hesitation?
“Young Master Mo, I order you to stop all your actions!” Xiao Hongyu shouted angrily.
Just then, a melodious sound of a jade flute rang out.
All the powerful experts, hearing the soft, light, and graceful flute music, looked at Baili Wenyue with strange expressions.
Playing a tune at a time like this… isn’t it a bit inappropriate?
But Baili Wenyue paid no attention to the others. The melody gradually changed, becoming endlessly varied and impossible for everyone to figure out.
Only Baili Yuanmo sensed something wrong with the flute music. His nephew had been different from others since childhood. While others were cultivating, Baili Wenyue always preferred to go to the Spirit Beast Garden.
Whenever Baili Wenyue appeared at the Spirit Beast Garden, those extremely fierce beasts would quiet down and listen to him play his tunes.
But his own elder brother thought this behavior was disgraceful and forced Baili Wenyue to go cultivate instead.
Later, Baili Wenyue hid his jade flute, took up a sword, and a touch of proud aloofness appeared between his brows.
No one in the Baili family knew that what Baili Wenyue was best at using was the jade flute, not the sword.
Now, Baili Wenyue bringing out his jade flute again meant he was getting serious.
But this was Xiong Hu Ling (Bear Tiger Ridge). The spirit beasts here weren’t very high level. What was Baili Wenyue trying to do by playing the flute?
A deep, dark light flickered across Baili Yuanmo’s purple pupils. After several decades apart, he realized he didn’t know his own nephew at all anymore.
Just then —
A clear, ringing voice called out, “Fifth Senior Sister, seventy percent for you, thirty percent for me. Leave the rest to Sixth Senior Brother!”
“Okay! Don’t worry, Little Junior Sister!” Ning Shiyue’s voice was like a silver bell, melodious and spirited.
Ning Shiyue’s whip was coated with a faint layer of purple, sending a chill through anyone who saw it.
Ning Shiyue put force into her wrist and lashed out with the whip. It was like a swimming snake, striking towards the black-clothed man not far away.
The black-robed man who was breaking the formation suddenly felt a chill down his back. He flipped out of the way to dodge the whipping lash. He thought the whip would just pass by.
But the moment he landed, the whip curved back and wrapped around his neck with the speed of a lightning bolt.
The man was utterly shocked. He gathered all his power in one place, trying to crush the whip.
However, the whip, which seemed soft and weak, turned out to be incredibly tough.
The man immediately thought of another countermeasure. He pulled out his lifebound magical artifact and stabbed it towards Ning Shiyue.
A rosy glow flashed in Ning Shiyue’s lively eyes. She raised her bare hand, threw the whip, and her body nimbly dodged the Virtual God’s strike.
Then, with a leap, she caught the whip. “Sorry. Choose a better master in your next life.”
As Ning Shiyue’s voice faded, sharp blades suddenly appeared on the whip.
The blades glinted coldly as they sliced towards the man’s throat.
Thud! —
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
The man’s head fell to the floor. His eyes still held an expression of utter disbelief.
